Alpha Male ♂ Age: 8
Dominance: 0


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| RaidersFinalℇ |
| Guys, should I breed this guy? He's the son of Treasurer, a wolf I loved but sadly passed away. I bred his sister, Obsidian, and she threw me an HH. I kind of wonder if he'll do the same *-* I'm trying to keep the line alive but I already have 3 pups that his sister threw at me so I have no idea if I should breed him too. -WP Click- |
| East MountainClan |
| ahhh my girl dropped me two! divine health pups! both inherited her pelt!!! ahhh! -WP Click- |
| Jester |
| Hope the devs arnt keeping it where I get 16 stolen food notification in one lunch break.. |
| RaidersFinalℇ |
| Well hold up just a minute, I've been talking about wanting an HH and look who decided to pop up, if only you were over at my HH account.. 👀 It's a female too, I guess this can make up for the loss of the other pup with the rare coat. I did a rematch with their female and my boy so lets hope I can get another rare coat again. -WP Click- |
| Serpents |
| anyone up for a rp pm me please I'm bored I know its a long shot But I'm looking to do a Ninjago rp(long as no one ever wants to.... don't know why I even bother asking ) im also looking for eye color and hair style ideas pm me can someone pm me some animals |
| Mistakes |
| -WP Click- Thoughts on his gear? or a potentially better suited background? |
| RaidersFinalℇ |
| I bred my boy with someone else's female, we had plans on transferring the pup over to me around 12 pm but someone bought the pup and killed it.. And the fact that it had a rare coat I wanted was annoying as fuck. -WP Click- |
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![]() | Rattlesnake : -3 |
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| Chatbox |
| RaidersFinalℇ |
| Guys, should I breed this guy? He's the son of Treasurer, a wolf I loved but sadly passed away. I bred his sister, Obsidian, and she threw me an HH. I kind of wonder if he'll do the same *-* I'm trying to keep the line alive but I already have 3 pups that his sister threw at me so I have no idea if I should breed him too. -WP Click- |
| East MountainClan |
| ahhh my girl dropped me two! divine health pups! both inherited her pelt!!! ahhh! -WP Click- |
| Jester |
| Hope the devs arnt keeping it where I get 16 stolen food notification in one lunch break.. |
| RaidersFinalℇ |
| Well hold up just a minute, I've been talking about wanting an HH and look who decided to pop up, if only you were over at my HH account.. 👀 It's a female too, I guess this can make up for the loss of the other pup with the rare coat. I did a rematch with their female and my boy so lets hope I can get another rare coat again. -WP Click- |
| Serpents |
| anyone up for a rp pm me please I'm bored I know its a long shot But I'm looking to do a Ninjago rp(long as no one ever wants to.... don't know why I even bother asking ) im also looking for eye color and hair style ideas pm me can someone pm me some animals |
| Mistakes |
| -WP Click- Thoughts on his gear? or a potentially better suited background? |
| RaidersFinalℇ |
| I bred my boy with someone else's female, we had plans on transferring the pup over to me around 12 pm but someone bought the pup and killed it.. And the fact that it had a rare coat I wanted was annoying as fuck. -WP Click- |
| Den Of | Snowy Souls |
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| Pack Happiness | 3 |
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The moment you step into what you are sure is the territory of a foreign wolf pack, though its name is, for the moment, unknown to you, you feel the air shift and tense - imperceptibly, but the change is still, nonetheless, noticeable, and it sents your fur bristling. Perhaps what you feel is imagined, your expectations so strong that they have come to life, become reality; or perhaps it really is what happened the moment you set foot into lands that aren't yours, crossing an invisible boundary with no more than a brief moment of hesitation deterring you. There's no way to tell, no concrete evidence to solidify your halfhearted guesses. Ahead of you loom, strangely ominously, a large field over which a fine layer of snow has settled like dust; the comparison makes you think of old shelves in a long-abandoned library, its contents having gone untouched for so long that dust has made a permanent home on the books' covers, obscuring the title that might've, in another world, revealed the secrets that lay between the pages. It's like this pack hasn't interacted with the world in a long, long time, and you're the first in a while. With a deep breath, you step forward, head held high and brave, though fine tremors racing through your legs, your paws, reveal otherwise; the mountains in the distance are strangely forbidding, scraping at the sky with jagged edges; thick clouds ring their snowy peaks, clouds that stretch through the sky, allowing only glimpses of grey to peek through. Snow falls from the sky in gentle flakes, melting into your warm fur, and you look up into the dim heavens. That move, that moment of distraction, was to be your undoing - as you flick your gaze above powerful claws sink into your side (your left, you note absentmindedly; the side that bore an old scar), sending you toppling to the ground; you fought at first, struggling and thrashing, lashing out with your claws, but the subject of your desperate assault remains unmoved, staring down at you with grey eyes as cold and dull as the wintry sky above that's suspended, mockingly, above you, watching but not doing anything to help you. "You have trespassed." First it begins as a whisper that you aren't sure you have heard correctly; then it echoes again and again around you, giving the impression of a vast distance, though in reality it's just wolves emerging from the snowy forest that ring the clearing, murmuring the same words over and over again, slowly growing in volume until the syllables wrap, suffocatingly, around your throat. "I have trespassed," you whisper, resigned and confused and scared all at once. "I," you begin, in an attempt to defend yourself, but you find your quivering voice dying in your throat. You stare at the snowy souls that surround you; they are of varying size, with some small and swift and nimble, while others are big and mighty and powerful. All of them bear pelts of grey and black and white, as if ash and snow had been scattered over their bodies, old markers carrying the vestiges of a once-vibrant life. "You must face the consequences." "I must, I must," you echo dully, not quite comprehending what you're saying. Everything's sliding out of focus - slowly, at a relaxed pace, or at least, until a paw knocks solidly against the side of your head and everything stops. - To my friends (in no particular order) - Canis Sabbath Red Queen Dancing with Death Under the Dark Moon Thank you for existing. You guys are wonderful. - Updated 2/1/2020 0 Comments |
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